"I am tired sir…"
Four words…four words that ultimately led me here.
I consider it a mercy…the first show, no...the second...if it the man has ever shown to anyone.
Perhaps its because he understands…to a point. After all…his life was very much the same as mine as a child…
Abandoned after the death of his mother…Raised in what would make hell look warm and comforting…
Denied a normal life…livelihood stripped from him…just because of who he was…
Of what we are…
And now, I kneel here. Hands bound behind me, a rope around my neck, tied to a loop bolted into the floor of the podium on which he stands with his death eaters. I can hear his voice…beautiful and deep…dripping with darkness…
They are crying…actually…sobbing is more like it…there are a few voices I recognize…but I am too far gone to give them names. I don't care…I simply…don't care anymore…
He pulls my head up by my hair, dirty and caked with blood, and by now…after a year of wandering Europe in search of the horcruxes…its grown past my shoulder blades.
He seemed to like my hair…for the few days I was captive…
It was oddly comforting…when he pet it…pulled it…
That's how I lost my magic…it belongs to him now…
Didn't know rituals of that sort existed…but then…most people my age had lost their "innocence" by then…so they aren't often used.
His wand is pointed at my throat now…I know he wont curse me…not with the same curse he tried when I was a child…no…he wants my death to be a display…a show…a shower of my blood to give solid evidence of the end to my life…and their way of living thiers.
finally I feel a burning sensation spreading from one side of my throat to the other, the beautiful feeling of death…release…
"I am tired sir…"
Ah…those words will be hallowed in my soul when it passes in the next moments. The first words of truth I had spoken in a long…long time.
Slowly, the world spins around me, and my strength…what little of it I had left, leaves me…
i remember the night he did it...the first time anyone has shown me a mercy...
there was no gentileness...only pain...but in that pain he gave me hope...he gave me an experience...and...dare i say it...he gave me...in that one moment...a shadow of what it may have felt like to be loved...pleasure...better than anything life has given me...ironic...that the very man who doomed me to a life of nothing but mysery and betrayal...would also give me a taste of the life i could have had...
pain...if i had the will to go on...that would be the root of it...the glorious physical pain that made all else melt away...
sometimes during the last day i was captive...i wondered if...
no...it is not good to dwell on wishful thinking...
and it is too late to go back...for as I tumble to the ground…warmth spreads throughout my being, giving me comfort as my eyes stare straight above me, clouded with bliss. He is looking at me now…expressionless as always…but I cant help but smile at him in absolute...devotion... as the warmth leaves me and turns to...nothing...
"thank you…s-sir…"
